We were there for hours getting to know one another between bouts of fear and tears. The tough Latin queen from before turned out to be the softest when she broke. All she wanted was her mother and all I wanted was to get across the room so I could put my arms around her and offer comfort. The waiflike kid never stopped whimpering but no one told her to shut up because we all knew what she was feeling. I was suddenly more upset for them than myself. They were still so young, some of them no more than babies. What the fuck did these sick fucks want with them? As if I didn't know. "Let's exchange names and hometowns in case we get separated." I kept my voice steady so they wouldn't know I was afraid. One of us had to be strong for the others and it appears that was gonna be me. "What good's that gonna do?" It was the Latin queen again. I looked at her with steady eyes. "Because we're getting the fuck outta here one way or the other. And
After our run we went back to getting things together so we could leave. Each of us had a duty to perform to make sure that the compound was secure. It had been getting dark out when we decided to do a last walk through of the mansion and that's when Cord found a book with codes. Codes that only the seven of us, and the man who wrote them would understand. I took the book and moved to the secure computer with the others following behind. It was a bit of a shock to see the words as they unfolded on the screen. Not just the meaning, but it was like hearing from the old man again. Like he was reaching out from beyond the grave and the eight of us were going to work on this last job together. I knew my brothers felt pretty much the way I did, gut punched. The codes only left us with more questions than answers and now we were left wondering who the people the commander mentioned were. We were pretty sure the 'he' was the Desert Fox but had no clue who the 'she' tha
"Get a move on, I'm hungry. Fucking women didn't let me eat today with their staring shit." Devon rubbed his gut and yawned. "Now you know how I feel when I'm left riding herd on them." We were walking the yard making sure shit was secure before we headed to dinner. Lo's over cautious that way especially with the girls here. "We've got a long night ahead of us, I can feel it." I almost asked him what he meant but I was sure he was talking on the same level as the shit that's been messing with my ass. "Had a lot of those lately." "Yeah well I'm done with this fuckery. As old William Shakespeare once said, I'm ready to 'cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.' He all but growled at me. Wonder what the hell crawled up his ass and died. He and his mercurial moods were nothing new to me, but this time I didn't have to think too hard to figure out what was bothering him. Now that the laughter was gone it was back to the reality of wh
Dinner was noisy as per usual and afterwards we sat around laughing and talking with the women while Ty was being his usual asshole self, keeping us all entertained with his antics. We were just a family having an evening together with the baby being passed around or more like she was making the rounds, getting her hugs and kisses from all her aunts and uncles; fighting sleep. That kid hates bedtime. Every once in a while my mind would remind me of what laid ahead of us tonight, what it meant, what it signified. Everything we do from here on out is for the old man it goes without saying. Closing the tunnel the men were using to traffic the women wouldn't put an end to their evil, but it would be a first step to stemming the flow of that shit in our own town. We'd all fought for the freedom of others in other countries, I'm fucked if I'm going to see anyone enslaved in mine. The fact that the waters off our own backyard were probably the last o
Yep, we're on the beach. I smelt the water before my feet hit the sand once we cleared the tunnel. The fact that we weren't blindfolded was worrying; we weren't meant to come back. I looked sneakily around for anything that could be of help while trying to keep an eye on the men who were leading us out. There was no one on the beach at this time of night, but I understood why they hadn't shackled us again. It was obvious that there were houses around in the distance and there was a chance some unsuspecting soul might come waltzing by. The threats they'd made to silence us if we cried out may have scared the others but it was just the chance I was hoping for. The farther away we walked from the tunnel the more I wanted to turn around and go back to my prison. I knew that whatever was waiting for me at the end of this trip was going to be worse than anything I'd faced so far. It's strange, but I'd held it together this long and now all
My brothers and I have been staking out this place on the down low for a few months but the fuckers always seemed to be one step ahead of us, which was beyond frustrating. We'd found the tunnel sure, but we had yet to see anyone using it. I wasn't sure if this had anything to do with that, but as far as I'm concerned even if this douche was her boyfriend he had no right to be treating her this way. And then she spoke. "No I don't know him, he...he..." She retched and I barely jumped out of the way in time to avoid being puked all over. "Hold him." I shouted to the others before I turned back to her and gave her the bandana from my back pocket to clean up. I removed my jacket and wrapped it around her shaking shoulders. "You're going to be okay now, you're safe." My skin felt hot and itchy but I ignored it as I left her side again. "Stay here!" I approached the asshole who was now surrounded by the others. "Who are you asshole and what were you
Everything in me, all my raw senses, were focused on one thing, her, getting inside her. Swear to fuck it was almost a compulsion. Having her this close wasn't helping as the protector in me warred with the animal that wanted to take her down on the nearest flat surface and mount her. In the back of my mind I heard rational me asking this out of control beast what the fuck he thought he was doing. All of society's bullshit etiquette went out the fucking window in a heartbeat. Whatever I'd learned about being a gentleman when it came to the opposite sex was dashed to pieces and all that was left was the most primal urge to fuck. My dick was hard as fuck and I kept running as fast as I could until we were a good distance away from the others, holding her safely and protectively in my arms. I was having some sort of out of body experience. Never before in my life had I endured such a rush of emotions, as though everything I was, everything I'd ever been,
I laid her on my bed and stood back to study her. Shit, she should've been up by now. I checked her over but found no wounds or anything to say that she was hurt, other than the marks on her arms that were left by the asshole's fingers digging into them. Had I hurt her, had I done this? Shit, yeah you did Quinn. The mark on her neck was just beginning to form and I saw where my five o'clock shadow had marred the skin of her breasts. Damn, I don't even remember taking her into my mouth. I wanted to mount her again and had to fight for control. She's out cold Quinn what the fuck are you thinking? That's just it, I wasn't. I'd lost control of the situation, more to the point, something inside me, something I didn't know was there, had taken over. Her eyes fluttered but did not open as I was putting her shirt back in place. That need to mount her grew stronger the longer I sat there. The blood sang in my veins and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. I was super fu